I want to know exactly what makes you tick, I want to know your problems. I want to know what days you are waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I want to know how many pillows you sleep with. I want to know why you sleep with a window open. I want to know if I’m ever needed, if I’m good enough to keep you warm at night time. I want to know if I even have a chance anymore. I want to know everything about you, whether it be fact or fiction. I want to know your past, your future, your in betweens. Your favorite colors, your phobias - everything.
Because even though she can’t say his name anymore, and just because she never talks about him, doesn’t mean he isn’t always on her mind. And even though he’s not here anymore, doesn’t change the fact that he’s still locked up in her heart. And even though it’s been all this time, he’s still managing to tear her apart.
Don’t worry, he’ll miss you. You’re the best he could get, & he blew it. Don’t let him make you think for one second that it was your fault. It’s not. He screwed up, you did absolutely nothing wrong. You gave him your heart & trusted him to keep it & protect it, but he couldn’t. & honestly, he’s not mature enough, he’s not smart enough. If he was smart, he would have cared for you with every fiber of his being & been with you in every spare second he could. But he didn’t, & now he’s gone. But don’t you cry, sweetie. Don’t call him telling him you miss him. Don’t IM him, don’t message him, don’t comment him, don’t talk to him in the hallways, just pretend like you don’t care. Because, well, you don’t. Don’t be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake. & if you want to, go with him again, but make him work for you. Don’t be his doormat. Don’t let him in the first time he rings the bell, make him come back everyday until you trust him enough. If he doesn’t come back after a couple tries, just let him go. But if he comes everyday, then he’s worth it, trust me. He’s worth it.
. It’s not that I miss you. I just, for some reason, keep thinking you’re going to walk through that door and tell me that you miss me and you want me and can’t imagine your life without me. I keep thinking you need me and you’re randomly going to call me, IM me, or text me. I keep waiting for the moment you’re going to man up and tell me all this… then I realize why you haven’t done it yet… because none of it’s true. You’ve moved on now, and you’re happy. Without me.
Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…
You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman (via alanajoy)
(Not actually feeling this emo, but this is an amazing bit of prose)
Tumblr isn't just a site. Tumblr isn't just a family. Tumblr is a fully populated city. It's a neighborhood. We fight. We have our problems. It's a school. We learn new things everyday. It's a hospital. We save lives. We're there for the sick. It's shelter. We care for those who need caring for. It's a gallery. We show our talents. We network. Tumblr is just life on the internet. No censors. No rules. Just individual morals. It's like a 70's diner where everyone knows everyone and we'll welcome you with open arms - until you mess up. It's the life you wish you had. It's the life you're going to have. It's the life you've dreamed of. You are cared for. You are loved. On Tumblr, you are not alone.
“Take a second out to think about this: in your life you search and search for the right person for you. Every time you break up with someone you get one step closer to that person. You should look at moving on as getting closer to meeting the one.”—Ian Philpot
These are the letters I’m never going to send to you. Every word, every sentence, every paragraph. Everything’s dedicated to you. Only you. I’m not brave enough to send these to you, but I’m brave enough to post it here. I want everyone to know how I feel. Everything. I want them to know how much I really love you. I want them to know that I will love you. ONLY YOU. Until my heart stops beating. I love you.
“There will always be faces you can never look at without emotion and there are names you can never hear spoken without that same old feeling returning. Just when you think you can move on, you’ll remember all the reasons why you held on so long.”—(via lottes)
“Harry sat next to Hermione, comforting her. “How does it feel, Harry,” she asked, “when you see Dean with Ginny?” Harry looked at her with a plain look. “I see the way you look at her.. You’re my best friend.” Lavender and Ron appeared around the corner, giggling and holding hands. “Whoops.. Uhm, I think this room is taken,” said Lavender as she walked away hoping Ron would follow. “What are those?” asked Ron looking at the tiny birds floating above Hermione’s head. She stood up and said, “Oppugno!” The little flock of birds sped toward Ron. Hermione stared out at him as he ran off. She began crying, when Harry hugged her and replied, “like that.”— Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009) (via omgharrypotter) (via halitinutineetina) (via heartshapedgun)
“Pero bakit ganito kasakit? Isang sakit itong araw-araw ay pinipilit niyang hanapan ng description dahil ngayon lang niya naramdaman sa buong buhay niya, at maski ang mga natutunan niya sa TV ay hindi sapat para mailarawan niya ito. Para ba itong may humihiwa ng blade sa kanyang puso’t di ito tinatantanan maski ubos na ang dugo? Para ba itong may bumabayong martilyo sa kanyang dibdib? Pero hindi pa rin. Na-realize niya na dahil ang nararamdaman niya ay hindi kayang ilagay sa salita, mas totoo ito, at mas totoo siya.”—Ricky Lee, Para Kay B
“At the end of the day when I crawl into bed and all the lights go out, my thoughts can finally rise to the surface. Yes, I’m a little bruised, slightly broken, and permanently scarred but I’m still here aren’t I? I’m still fighting, I’m still waking up everyday to go through it all over again. This life may be hard as hell but it’s still a gift and I’m going to live every moment of it.”—Unknown (via lottes)
“You can never tell what people are thinking and feeling unless they tell you, and usually they lie. you ask them, ‘Whats wrong?’ and they say ‘Nothing’. You accept this because it’s easier than digging for the truth. People smile when they want to cry, they laugh when they want to scream and shout. They pretend like nothing is wrong because they don’t want to face the truth. Things aren’t always rainbows and butterflies, sometimes you gotta scream and cry your anger and sadness to the world, because you can only hold it in for so long before something in you snaps. so when you want to cry, cry. When you want to scream, scream. Don’t hide behind fake smiles, it’s ok to not be alright.”—(via lottes)
“Get over him. He’s not even worth it. He is not worth your time or your tears. Yea you loved him, I know that. And i know you just cant see yourself with anyone other than him,i get that. Ive been there. But why should you spend all your time sitting at home, bawling your eyes out and wondering where he is and who he is with. Do you honestly think he is thinking about you? No. Sure it hurts, the fact that he is out there falling in and out of love with other girls.Yea your gonna see him with one of his new girlfreinds. Prepare yourself, coz straight up;its gonna hurt. He will hold her a little closer and squeeze her hand a little tighter just because he knows your watching.He knows its killing you;thats why he will do it. Dont let him get to you because that, well thats exactly what he wants.Dont give him what he wants.He doesnt even deserve it.So what if he doesn’t talk to you;do you honestly wanna be friends with an asshole like him anyways?Thing is i know you still do. But give it time.Because all he would do is talk about his new girlfriend and just try and make you jealous, do you really wanna hear that?No. Screw him and his girlfriend.He will be sorry. trust me. When he finally sees you with some other guy whos not him. With that huge grin on your face and your boyfriend holding you close + with that huge grin on your face and your boyfriend holding you close, he will realise how happy you are now.And how happy your boyfriend is because he has you;the girl of his dreams.He will realise the huge mistake he made when he let you go, when he decided to choose her over you.When he decided he just did not love you the same.Trust me, he will be sorry.And dont you sit there thinking he won’t be sorry I know you are.But i guarentee you now;He will be sorry.So dont go on spending your nights waiting for that one phone call you know your never gonna get.Or that IM you know he will never send you simply because he likes to ignore you. He like to pretend he does not see you online, he does it outta spite just because he knows its killing you.When he walks past you in the hallways he is gonna look past you,but you needa know he will do that coz he knows somewhere inside you,it will hurt.+i aint gonna lie to you.It will hurt.It will hurt alot.But it will hurt even more when you see her name and how much he loves her in his profile.Its all gonna hurt.Knowing your not the girl thats making him smile.Knowing your not the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last before he goes to sleep.Knowing your not the face on his backgroud of his phone anymore.Knowing if he hasnt already he will delete the album of pictures of you he has on his phone.Knowing you wont be spending every single moment possible with
him.Knowing theres not gonna be no more late night phone calls argueing about who loves who the most.And you know what, today, tomorrow, next week,months from now;your phone will go off with a text message,you will instantly grab your phone hoping its him saying he wants to give your relationship another shot.But trust me;hes got to much pride.Even if he wanted to be back with you,he wouldnt tell you.Your soon gonna realise he doesnt care about you anymore and he wont be the first person you call when your upset.He wont be the one to put that smile back on your face. And yea its gonna hurt;its gonna hurt alot.But you know what your gonna do?Your gonna hold your head up.Your gonna show him your better than him and you dont need him in your life.Your gonna prove to him that he made the biggest mistake of his life letting you go+ that you never really needed him anyways.”— Amennnn (via lottes)
To forget somebody isn’t possible. Deep inside, you remember everything. You may not think of them for years at a time but you don’t know how to forget. You can recall the way they smiled when they were happy, and the way their face showed no expression when they couldn’t find their way.
“There comes a time where we meet someone, and we just know. We can hear it in their voice, we can see it in the way they smile, and in the way they look at you. During one of your own smiles, you catch yourself and realize that you feel this way just because that other person is just being themselves. I want so bad to know if I can tell you that you’re that person to me.”—Boy Meets Love (via lottes)
“There will always be faces you can never look at without emotion and there are names you can never hear spoken without that same old feeling returning. Just when you think you can move on, you’ll remember all the reasons why you held on so long.”—
“Kakabog ang dibdib mo, sabi niya, kikilig ang kalamnan mo, at kikirot ang puso mo. Kabog, kilig, kirot. Kapag naramdaman mo ang tatlong K habang kaharap mo ang isang lalaki, umiibig ka! Wala ka nang ibang makikitang iba kundi siya.”—Ricky Lee, Para Kay B